letra de dead opps - sugs
(verse 1)
bounce up out the front seat and i’m feeling crunk
keep a lotta problems, got a duffel in the trunk
solo when i can, rollin dolo like a monk
she thinkin’ that i’m mean so she scared to show me love
guess she right, i’m a stupid psycho who’s super trifling
i’m buzzed, b-tch i’m bugging’ out like i’m f-ckin’ spike lee
my ice, like it extra spiked, if it ain’t we fighting
the f-ck, run it up, yo mouth talkin’, shut it tightly
i might be the one, might be the sh-t
might plead the fifth, i’m busy rollin’ california spliff
i might post a dub, b-tch we gone double up or what?
posted up like signs, i might be the one to come make trouble if they trouble us
(pre-hook)
please no sneaking on me, come and see to me directly
we just finna date, nothin more but a check please
yeah imma call your baby and yo baby give me becky
i dropped outta school, all they f-ckin’ did was test me
(hook)
imma sleeze, flee the scene, spin it out and sped off
2 degrees on my t–th, but the 30 red hot
all i got is dead friends, make amends yeah lets not
ain’t no f-ckin’ best friends, just some f-ckin’ dead opps
imma sleeze, flee the scene, spin it out and sped off
2 degrees on my t–th, but the 30 red hot
all i got is dead friends, make amends yeah lets not
ain’t no f-ckin’ best friends, just some f-ckin’ dead opps
(verse 2)
trust me, please do not feel lucky
sh-ttin’ bricks, banana clip, do business like a monkey
hit him in his avocado, turn him into guac, sheesh
callin’ me a singer b-tch i feel like paul mccartney
god, kidding me do not start, glizzy we let it bang! (yuh yuh)
bank on chicken dinner, bank on raising canes (yuh yuh)
i got a bone to pick with you, i’m in her box like christmas too
really she made me came early, it’s really no shame to say the truth
a couple of ways of gettin’ paid, a couple of ways to flame the booth
gettin’ the cream like crem brulay, it’s every day, wu tang, you knew
water my chain like heavy rain, cause you in the grate and gettin’ pooled
all you gone pay this pistol play like nerf, it’s aiming out the roof
(pre-hook 2)
please no sneakin’ on me, come and talk if you gon say it
homie do the most, in the ghost goin’ swayze
imma call your friend and yo friend gone give me katy
i couldn’t stand the playground, all they f-ckin’ did was play me
(hook)
imma sleeze, flee the scene, spin it out and sped off
2 degrees on my t–th, but the 30 red hot
all i got is dead friends, make amends yeah lets not
ain’t no f-ckin’ best friends, just some f-ckin’ dead opps
imma sleeze, flee the scene, spin it out and sped off
2 degrees on my t–th, but the 30 red hot
all i got is dead friends, make amends yeah lets not
ain’t no f-ckin’ best friends, just some f-ckin’ dead opps
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